Ophelia

She was the most innocent

of people, the most loyal

daughter. A delicate flower,

a rose representing true love

for one man. Some saw her as a pawn

and tried to take advantage of her death-

defying beauty. And like death

her damasked innocence

was inevitable. She was her father's favorite pawn,

answered to every request, loyal

as a dog. She did it all for love

that couldn't be returned. She picked flowers

in her spare time making crowns of daisies

to wear. She brought them to their deaths

but she made them with the care and love

she once gave to a man. Innocent

in affection but a veteran in loyalty

made her effortlessly become a pawn

in the matters of the heart. A pawn

who was willingly deflowered

to show him the loyalty

she had for him. 'Til death

do us part' she'd giggle innocently

as they'd bask in the glow of a love's

embrace. Little did she know he can't love

her the way she wants. She felt like a pawn

for the first time. She realized being innocent

can't help one escape reality, just as poppies

at a funeral can't mask pain from the death

of a loved one. She was through with being loyal.

For the first time she was being loyal

to herself, after years of empty love

from her father and Hamlet had filled her body with death

and insanity. No more will she pawn

her sanity for other's use. She peacefully picked baby's breath

in the warmth of the sun and remained forever innocent.

They say Ophelia was a loyal daughter, a gullible pawn

whose love for others blinded her. It led her to flower

fields by a river where death approached and claimed the innocent.